'Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back'

I gasped uselessly, the air not reaching past my open lips more than the whimpers could pass the barrier of white cloth, and I resolved myself to inhale choked breaths through my nose as my body writhed against the strength seizing it.

"Shh... remember you gotta be quiet, baby," the raspy voice taunted as if I had any control of my body in this instant. "Wouldn't want to get caught, would you?"

I was already caught, caught by a merciless assailant and a legion of tingles following close behind his touch, and I could only surrender to the deliciously overwhelming feeling, my eyes rolling back and my moans turning into cries. Though those were captured by the sinful mouth that replaced the hand, and the devious lips continued the attacks they had started somewhere lower, intoxicating me with this unique taste on the tip of my tongue.

I was helpless to this burning euphoria and to the kisses that traveled slowly along my neck, and when they ended under my ear, I was still a shaky mess.

"Mhm... sweeter each time, little cherry."

I smiled, letting the devil on my shoulder coax me back down, and his husky tone and scandalous words were the only things I was hearing, along with the bangs of my heart, until a loud bell broke the harmony and stopped my heart.

"The class!" I crashed back down on reality, almost literally, as I would have probably fallen down head first if I hadn't been held tightly by two strong arms.

It felt like my body was still floating somewhere high, yet my head was fully back here at school, at the class and presentation I had to attend. Well, technically, I wasn't in any of those. I was at school, but pressed in between brooms and a door that felt colder and colder against my heated skin, in a janitor closet, which had turned into a rocket straight to the sky thanks to the magic powers of my evil genie.

When I'd told Blade I was a little nervous for my presentation yesterday, I hadn't expected him to show up at my school during the lunch break, and even less that he would drag me into a closet to help me to 'chill and forget'.

My muscles were currently as limp as jelly, including my brain, and I'd forgotten where I was. So we could say, he'd once more succeeded.

"I have to go." I tried to free myself from his kisses, or at least, to gather some strength to stand straight.

"Come on... I'm sure you have a second bell or some shit like that... we can squeeze in one more," he drawled out the words, unaffected by the seconds ticking and the faraway rumbling of everyone rushing. "You know what they say: trouble always comes in threes..."

My eyes widened, and the blood rushed to my cheeks upon those words. It wasn't like I could have forgotten this detail when the sparks from those two orgasms were still tickling my skin, but the words out loud and echoing in the dark and narrow space were hitting differently, and maybe also the underlying promise coming with them.

The heat wasn't only spreading on my cheeks, and I really had to stop. Once was desire. Twice was hunger. But three times was...

"It's crazy and too risky." And greedy like his lips as he sucked that sweet spot under my ear.

"But that's what turns you on, right? The madness... the risks of getting caught... the forbidden... the thrill..." The hoarseness of his voice scraped my skin like a knife, and I could feel his intense gaze on me, piercing through me and drinking in each of my reactions to his words: the hitch of my breath, the faint movement of my itchy fingers against the cold wall, my teeth biting on my lower lip, the imperceptible arch of my back closer to him, and I was sure he also caught the leap of my heart when he added,

"The danger."

Was I really turned on by the danger? It was hard to tell when the most dangerous in all of this was him. 

He was the danger, the madness, the thrill, and everything he'd listed, as it was his teasing breaths between each word that were spreading the goosebumps on my skin like gun powder, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear that lit the first spark, his body heat acting like a conductor, and finally, his fingers that set the trigger when I realized they were still between my legs, and he slipped them back into me, and that was why I couldn't resist to the thrill, my heart taking off faster than a bullet.

"Okay." I lifted one finger to my wrist, trying to keep a semblance of reason and seriousness, which surely didn't look really convincing with my skirt bunched up, and my underwear lost somewhere in the dark. "But you only have one minute and 30 seconds." My voice wavered like my inflexible resolution as he offered me his Cheshire cat's grin, a sparkle of challenge under the flash of his eyebrows and so much bad intention...

I realized once more that I should have been 'more careful about the words I chose' as he took them a little too literally. We could say he seized the challenge, getting back down on his knees and capturing my clit between his lips in the same second.

He wasn't losing any time, and I didn't know if I jumped at the sharpness of his movements or at the orgasm already threatening to engulf me. Actually, there was only one thing shocking between the two when my knees started to tremble, and he threw one over his shoulder, all while not missing a beat of my pulsating nerves with his mouth.

How was it even possible for the throbbing that hadn't even got to stop to restart faster and for my sated senses to feel more pleasure? It didn't make sense, and it was against every rule.

It was magic; that was the only thing I could conclude as his left hand snaked to my parted lips again, and my head titled to go back to that same position we seemed to have never left.

It was like a coil, going back down to jump higher, and in barely ten throbbings and flicks of his tongue, which equaled to fewer seconds, I was already feeling myself soar again.

Though it didn't mean he was slowing down there. His tongue was running circles in what seemed like a race against time, always faster, and the electric tingles were on its tail.

"Blaa..." His name that was echoing inside me became a muffled moan against his hand.

Yet with the growing intensity, I feared the strength of the screams arising from my core would even tear his bandage open, or at least that I would hurt him if I accidentally bit his fingers like I was drawing blood on my lower lip. So I pushed his hand away to replace it with mine, and I didn't know how I could even think about something like that at this instant, but this protective instinct was my last coherent thought before they were all destroyed by the rush of sparks spreading through my body.

That was how destructive and intense the bliss was, and yet, more kept coming as he was still lapping at my heat like he was starving – No, actually, it was more than that. 

His nails were running and dragging along my skin avidly, and even his left hand, which I knew was still sensitive to movements, was sliding swiftly under my shirt and groping my breasts with no restrain. His whole mouth was feasting with kisses, licks, bites, and even those throaty groans that vibrated with sounds too sinful to describe. It was greed, and the trouble he'd talked about was coming in my strained nerves.

How much could a coil take before snapping? That was the question as I was already higher than the two previous times, and he was propelling me farther.

"B-blade..." I choked, even my vocal cords sounding strained, and my head fell back down to search for his gaze like my only point of reference in the blur of dizzying ecstasy.

I was coming; I'd come, or I would come. It was impossible to know as the pleasure was flooding me like an inexhaustible flow of sparks in my lower stomach, and it felt like I would burst at any second from the pressure gathering with them.

"Ss-loo..." I didn't remember why he was in such a hurry, but I knew it was too fast, too much.

"Shh, we have 30 more seconds." His hand trailed down my stomach to replace his mouth as he replied, his gaze finding mine just to make everything spin faster. "Just let it come and chill."

Before I could protest he dived back down between my legs, his tongue slithering to my entrance, while his fingers stayed on my bundle of nerves.

It wasn't 'let it come and chill'. I was letting it blow me away and felt.

I felt the sparks swirling faster and faster until they became fire and even searing in my lungs, my weak legs, my core, and my swollen center. I felt myself getting lost higher and higher in some dark place of the universe, and I felt the greed for more as my hands reached down to bring him impossibly closer.

The searing and the pressure were only making the pleasure more intense, more sparking, more thrilling. 

"That's my Shooting star," he groaned against my heat, the vibrations spreading like explosive powder.

But weren't shooting stars supposed to crash only once? Wasn't it my third or fourth time, or just that I was still falling from the second he'd taken off my panties? I wasn't sure, yet it was definitely my most intense orgasm, and the one that felt the most like a crash as it held the adrenaline of acceleration, the thrill of danger, the bliss of flying, and finally, the bang happened.

It hit me in full force, with no warning except Blade's low hum, which I couldn't decipher, and the violent pleasure wasn't engulfing me; it was tearing through me and releasing every part of me.

Time stopped. Everything around vanished. There were only these raw sensations from the white-hot bliss to something dark and thick, and of course, Blade was there too, in all of this.

I could feel his tongue licking every drop of my release and pulling more, his hands holding my convulsing muscles, and the smooth strands along with the rough fabric of his bandana under my fingerpads, and he was the only one remaining when I came back down as abruptly as it had hit me, the pleasure giving way to weakness in every part it had invaded, which meant every single inch of my body.

Luckily, Blade was there to catch my limp legs, wrapping his arms around me. He was my only point of reference, and his featherlike kisses along my inner thighs were the first thing my numb senses took in before I felt the hard surface in my back, the faint smell of cleaning products mixing with a thicker scent I was starting to be familiar with, the deafening ringing that replaced the buzzing in my ears, and the dryness of my parted lips.

The last details shot a wave of shock through my body, strong enough to make me snap my eyes open.

"Did I...?" If the hoarseness of my voice wasn't obvious enough, his smug grin, coated with me glistening wetness, was.

"You're the craziest." He covered the O of my lips with his devious smile, a little too late though.

I'd screamed his name, hopefully when the second bell was ringing so no one had heard it – otherwise he wouldn't have been pecking my lips leisurely, right? Or at least, someone would have already barged in.

I was really crazy because, with all of this, my reaction was a laugh, giggles that traveled on his smile to turn the kisses even messier.

I had to hurry because I was late, yet the only thing my spent body could do was laugh.

"It was one of the hottest things I've ever heard," he whispered, his grin still tickling my ear, and his voice rasping with a drunk echo as if he'd been taken as high as I'd been.

Yet he hadn't come once, and as I lowered my head to search for what was hot in the mess I was – except my cheeks – I could see it must have been painful for him too.

"And you?" I averted my eyes from his bulging pants, which were still too clearly noticeable in the dimness.

Though from the peek of his 'sinner' tattoo to his glistening smirk, and higher, his messed strands not even holden by his red bandana, everything looked as sinful, and I could only settle to fix a shape that must have been a broom behind him.

"Me?" I did the mistake to glance at his cocked eyebrow, and then, I was caught by the darkly transparent shades under. "I can wait for after, when we toast your boss grade." He shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and the brushes of his fingers along my legs actually made me believe it for a second.

"I'm not even sure I remember what it's about."

'Possibilities", 'infinity', I risked mixing things up.

"I'm sure you'll kill it. You're even more genius than Lucy Lucas." He pushed some curls out of my forehead, and just in this instant, I realized he'd slid my skirt back down.

"And do I look like a mess too?" I didn't need a mirror to know the answer, as I doubted his fingers were magical enough to hide the mess he'd made of me.

Though I could guess what he was about to reply as he leaned away, his gaze roaming my silhouette like to admire the work he'd undone and done from my shirt that he was smoothing down for what was probably the first time ever to my hair that was a lost cause, and on its way, he created more warmth

"A hot mess." 

"You know that's not a good thing for a school presentation," I grumbled a little too lightly, making it sound more like giggles as his sparkling eyes lingered near my neck, where I feared more flushed marks would appear than what there must have already been.

I needed to cool down quickly and hide this mess, starting by pulling away from his burning gaze and body.

"Your bandana!"

"What?" His eyebrows lifted up in surprise, though I wasn't sure if it was because of my exclamation or just from the fact that my legs didn't give out when I put my feet back down.

"I need something to cover the tattoos you probably gave me," I explained, his stretching smile confirming my words, and I didn't even bother asking for my panties, bending down to pick them up on the floor, although I still used his arm to steady myself.

I may have been just slightly dizzy and light-headed, and that was why I wasn't fast enough to grab his bandana from his hair before he pulled away.

"Mhm, I don't know... you know how it–"

"What do you want?" I cut him off, that bad intention in his eyes already loud enough, especially in the silence around, which meant I was really late, and when it traveled to my hand, I didn't need the words out loud.

"No, it's..."

'Crazy and too risky', and it held a too-fresh sense of deja-vu. Yet as he was already undoing his bandana, making a few dark strands fall on his forehead and highlight the twinkle under, it seemed settled like the thrill under my skin. I let it rise to the surface as he tied the piece of fabric around my neck, his fingers tickling my soft spots in the process with nothing but bad intentions, and I was sparking when I held his piercing gaze and put my briefs in his hand.

Yes, I was attracted to the thrill and the danger, and with the flash of his mischievous smile in my panties that he lifted to his nose, I was as helpless as a moth too close to the flames. It required me an impossible effort to move my melting legs and pull away from him.

"Wish me luck."

I didn't get to open the door that he was pushing me against it again, and he did wish me luck, like an evil genie, crashing his Cheshire cat's grin on my lips and sending enough sparks in my body to make me a shooting star again.

That was the momentum I needed to rush through the empty hallways, and my lips were still tingling with a large smile when I arrived in front of the classroom door, with no breath, no underwear, and no excuse for my lateness.

I just had the bandana around my neck to grip like a lucky charm as I walked into the room. I didn't know if it would be magical enough, but it made me feel like he was there with me. The mix of vanilla and wood inspired me to stand tall from my 5'1 height, and the tickles of the fabric reminded me of the ones from his breath as all eyes turned to me.

Okay, maybe not 'all eyes', as the door was in the back of the room, and except for a few bored students, no one glanced back, not even the teacher who seemed in an important conversation with the bursar. Luck was definitely on my side today.

Besides, no one could guess that under my minty swing skirt, I had no underwear. Only Blade and I knew about this detail, yet it changed everything around, especially my perception. I was more aware of each step and each glance, each uneven beat of my heart in the faint hubbub of the classroom, and that little spark of risk and danger that arose down my spine with them.

I felt like I could do anything, reach for any opportunity, at least until a pair of eyes turned to me.

Suddenly, I was stripped bare, and I stopped in my tracks, my hands running over the smooth fabric of my skirt as if it could hide the evidence of what I'd done, when it was my eyes that must have been the most obvious, and although I ran them everywhere, they quickly came back to Spencer and the only unoccupied seats behind him.

Luck had left me, and I didn't dare to touch the bandana again that seemed to tighten more and more around my throat as his gaze was flickering too much there.

He knew it wasn't mine and I hadn't worn it this morning. These were only more reasons to sport it proudly, yet I couldn't help this impression that it didn't sit right, at least, with my stomach, and I quickly averted my eyes to take my seat.

I had other preoccupations to burden my stomach at this instant, like why was the seat next to me empty? And where was my partner for the presentation?

Rachel was never late. Well, the same could have been said of me not long ago, but still, it didn't resemble her.

After having pulled out all my things and my half of the work on the table, along with as many suppositions about where she could be, I resigned myself to ask the girls on the other aisle. But unfortunately, it was as useless, and the only answers I got were lifted eyebrows, which I wasn't sure meant 'how would I know?' or 'who is it?'. Asking the teacher would have surely been easier, yet I didn't want to put her into trouble if she was just late.

"I haven't seen her since before lunch." Of course, Spencer leaped to my rescue like a knight in shining armor as he leaned over his seat, and before I could reply that I didn't need his help, someone appeared beside him as fast as the wave of a witch's wand.

"Aren't you supposed to be the one to know where your partner is?" Diane, how did I not see her before?

I should have noticed that white jacket she was sporting everywhere on the seat next to Spencer and that smell of rose that always lingered behind her, if Spencer hadn't caught all my attention with his discreet and familiar perfume and just the colors in his eyes.

"I always know where Spency is."

Yes, because she was glued to him, literally as her hand was already brushing his arm to finally stick on his hand. Besides, I'd traveled so far in another galaxy that I already had trouble knowing where I was, so it was difficult to know where Rachel could be. I was tempted to retort all of this. Yet the twitch of her lips still managed to bring down my gaze and my words with guilt for being so 'careless'.

"She was with Gordon last time I saw her," Spencer – or should I've said Spency – added, grabbing his pen and sliding his hand away from Diane's.

Was he doing it by respect and pity? Or did her touch feel as nails-on-a-chalkboard-like as the sound of the nickname? It didn't matter as he wasn't my partner; he wasn't my anything, and I glanced away to the empty seat beside me. Though I still had time to catch the unmistakable engraving on his pen.

"Oh, um, did they have lunch together?"

Knowing Rachel, I doubted they'd had the kind of picnic Blade and I had shared.

"I don't know," Spencer replied, and Diane was about to add something to make sure the conversation became even more awkward, but apparently, I still had some luck when the teacher called her.

"I'm coming back quickly," she purred to Spencer, because he had to know where his 'partner' was at every second, of course.

"What is this all about?" I nodded to the front of the room where Diane rushed to join the teacher, the bursar, and a few students.

I wasn't making small talk to clear the awkwardness, nor to distract myself from his gaze on me. I was just trying to understand why the oral exams hadn't started and my lateness hadn't been noticed. Well, that was what I told myself.

"I don't know, something about the end of the year festivities." He shrugged, and as he still didn't appear inclined to turn away from me, I focused my attention on my sheets of paper, hopelessly taking a pen like I could fill the half missing part about 'opportunities' at this instant.

"About this..."

My pen hadn't touched the paper that it was stopped, hanging as shaky as the breath he took in.

"I was wondering about prom..."

I almost crossed out the word 'end' on my presentation sheet as my head snapped up at him.

"Do you already–"

"Yes, everything is settled, don't worry about me." It was the truth. My dress had been settled months ago; my hairstyle was too. My grounding was ending just in time, and I even had a perfect lie ready.

There was just one tiny detail: I hadn't asked my date yet, a tiny little detail that I wouldn't let slip through my tight smile.

"You can go with Diane if you want."

I didn't need his pity, his lies, or whatever he'd planned. Though with the movement of his eyebrows, I didn't catch any of these. They shot up as if he was hit and completely taken aback before lowering in a sorrowful expression, the creases etching in-between appearing genuine, and I hadn't even looked lower in the amber shades.

"No, I– Rachel?!" His whole expression froze at the same time as his words, and I couldn't decipher anything in his wide eyes, except that there was a ghost or something as frightening behind me.

So of course, I had to glance over my shoulder, and my eyes were probably larger than his.

"Rachel?" I asked, making sure it was really my friend behind the glasses and messy blond ponytail.

We were matching. Though if I already looked like a mess, she looked like she'd gone through a tornado with lightning, wind, and flooding.

"What happened?"

I didn't even go for the 'are you okay?', as the answer was obvious, and this question was much more relevant when I was racking my brain for what could have possibly occurred in so little time, many scary scenarios coming to my mind. Yet I could have never imagined what she replied,

"It's Travis... He got shot."

I heard a clink of metal on the floor, but I didn't bother to glance down or even comprehend what I had been holding as Rachel dropped on her chair, breaking into sobs, and my hands reached to hug her.

"How? When? Where? What?... Why?... Is he...?" My wide eyes searched for Spencer's over her trembling figure as if he could give me a clue about what to say or just hold me back before Rachel's tempest overtook me.

My thoughts were spinning, and my breath had been knocked out, while the flood was happening on my bandana with her flowing tears.

It was already devastating when I barely knew him. So I couldn't even imagine if it had been a member of my family, and Rachel loved her brother so much.

"He-he got sh-shot during a mission... and he was transferred in the closest h-hospital," she managed to utter between sniffs, though I was close enough to feel how each word was tearing through her shaky chest. "They have to operate him before he can be re-patriated in the country, but... we don't know anything else..." she breathed out an empty sigh that crashed more heavily on my chest than her sobs and tears wetting my shirt.

Not knowing was the worst, not being able to do anything. This tempest going through her was all the love she had for him, all the care she would have wished to give him, and everything that was ready to reach out until the other side of the world, but it was stuck here, inside her frail body.

"I'm sorry." I didn't have any other word to say, and these ones barely slipped through the lump in my throat.

"It's not your fault. You weren't the one holding the g-gun."

Yet I still swallowed harshly as she looked up at me from where she'd been sniffing on my shoulder.

Travis had been shot to protect our country and each one of us, while I was being careless, seeking risks and thrill, and I should have been there for my friend. But mostly, it was just so unfair.

"Well, I'll still pray for his recovery and send him my well-wishes." My fingers instinctively went for my now-damp bandana for comfort and maybe a spark of magic.

"We all will, and I know Travis is strong. He'll be on his feet and running everywhere at the farm before you know it," Spencer added, handing her a tissue, and once more, I let myself be lulled by his smooth words and solemn tone... his promises.

With every beat of my heart, I prayed he wouldn't break this one.

"Silence, please. We'll start the presentations. We've already lost enough time." Mrs. Miller's claps brought me back to the classroom, which quickly became quiet under her severe gaze, and to the presentation.

'The start of opportunities', it appeared farther and farther as I turned to Rachel.

"I'll talk to the teacher. You should go back home."

"No." She blew her nose one last time in her already damp tissue before straightening up, and although she tried to give me a small smile, now that she'd taken off her glasses to wipe her tears, there was nothing hiding the pain flooding her puffy eyes. "My parents want me to do it, and Travis would too. Besides, I'll go crazy if... I stay at home, doing nothing."

As if on cue, Mrs. Miller called our names, and Rachel pushed her glasses back on her red nose, pulling her papers out of her bags. Yet the determination in her movements didn't prevent the shakes of her fingers, and apparently, I wasn't the only one noticing it.

"Mrs. Miller? Can Diane and I pass first?" Spencer once more stood up like a knight in shining armor, but this time, the annoyed 'what?' didn't come from me.

"Yes, we're ready. We've prepared enough, and as a captain, I'm sure you don't mind doing this for your teammate." He offered Diane a smooth smile, which made her jaw clench briefly and her eyes look down. Okay, it was just to gather her papers on the table, but just for this small instant before she stood up and walked with her chin up, he regained a tiny part of my sympathy.

"Spencer," I called in a whisper before he could follow her, and maybe I didn't expect him to hear my quiet voice because when he glanced at me over his shoulders, my lips pinched closed for a second of hesitation, and then, it came out as smoothly as his smile.

"Thank you." My murmur was even quieter, yet I had no doubt he caught it as it landed in his eyes like a stadium ovation, and before I could lose more than my breath, I quickly added, "For Rachel."

He nodded, though his gaze stayed on me, and the light only dimmed when it slid down my neck to the piece of fabric there, and lower, in the slit of skin where I could still feel the missing pendant, even if I'd worn it for less than 24 hours.

This time, it wasn't my throat that tightened, and it didn't loosen when they started their presentation, on the contrary.

"The most precious accomplishment: the memories we've made and the people in our hearts."

Just the title brought back too many memories in my chest, each of his intent glances stirring more, and although I checked on my friend next to me, her sniffs didn't muffle any of his words. Not even Diane's high-pitched voice pronouncing them could spoil them. It was his beautiful words; I recognized them, and he'd clearly done most of the work.

Yet I wondered if it was only for the grade when he concluded by saying that 'as much as he loved the lessons, the only thing he would keep all his life were the people in his heart'. I didn't know if Mrs. Miller would appreciate, but the skip of my heart echoed a lot like a full ovation.

It was Rachel and I's turn, and my insides were even more shaken. It was clear we wouldn't have as beautiful words. Rachel had barely dried her tears, and I still had no underwear, detail that I was reminded of as I stood in front of the classroom. Yet no one could know all of this, and we did it.

I was proud of us for the work we'd done together, and proud of my friend for reciting it without breaking, at least, until the conclusion when the cracks in her voice let me know she had been holding on for too long minutes already.

Therefore, I grabbed the paper in her hands and took over.

"In the end, it isn't the end, but a start. So take a–" I stopped as my eyes took in the next written words.

'Shot' and 'lifetime', I couldn't pronounce those words. They might have been the last straw that broke my friend, especially after talking about the 'start of opportunities' when she wasn't even sure her brother would have opportunities again.

I put the paper away without even thinking, once more following my guts, and I didn't know where I was going. But I had to find quickly because the seconds were ticking in the silence, and I could feel everyone's expectant eyes on me: baby blue gleaming with unshed tears ready to break through, hazel looking down on me, warm brown cheering me on with a smile, and also Mrs. Miller's severe gaze, already glancing at her paper and the last grade she would assign us.

If they had all known I had no idea about what I was doing, and I didn't even have panties. Yet this little detail still felt like the start of opportunities in my insides, reminding me of my evil genie, and when my eyes landed on a special item in the room, I took off like a shooting star.

"A pen!" I exclaimed, my gaze still on the pen in Spencer's hand. "Take a pen and a piece of paper."

I rushed to my seat with still all the eyes on me and the same looks, just wider as I spilled the content of my pencil case on the table and came back to the front of the room as fast.

"I want you to write down the thing you want the most in the world." I paused for a second, tasting the familiar words on my lips and the smile they sparked, and while my gaze was down on my empty pencil case, I could still see the intriguing branch designs and the hand I'd taken that day. 

"The one thing you would ask if you met an ev– genie and had just one wish." My smile was as wide as a Cheshire cat's as I lifted my head again, and it didn't falter in the silence of everyone probably wondering what a mess I was. "Do it."

Spencer was the first to do it; I noticed it out of the corner of my eye how he wrote with no hesitation, stopping only a split second to gaze at the pen in his hand before focusing back on me, and then, more people followed.

Some thought more about it than the others, yet in everyone's eyes, there was that little spark spreading like magic, even in Diane's lastly. She was the last one to do it, as she'd surely been too busy trying to peek at Spencer's paper, and from the twinkle shining in her eyes, I didn't want to know her wish.

Anyway, I wasn't finished spreading my streak of sparks.

"You too." I turned to Rachel and Mrs. Miller, watching the light reach their eyes, and it was as priceless in Rachel's reddened eyes as on Mrs. Miller's wrinkled features that I saw loosen up for the first time ever.

If I could guess what Rachel wrote, I would have been curious about what was on the paper of our severe teacher. Yet I didn't try to peek at her paper, nor at any I collected in my pencil case, and after having added my own paper, I announced with shining assurance, "I won't look at what's inside."

I pushed the case aside, even if the curiosity was tickling until my fingertips, and instead, I focused on that spark in my guts.

"We all know what we've written in our hearts, and that's the most important. The opportunities start within us, now." I glanced at the abandoned paper from which I'd strayed, but I still had no hesitation as I continued,

"And if there's one thing you remember of this moment, I hope it's this wish, and that... you make it grow with you, you let it lead you, and you turn it into your opportunity." I closed my pencil case on those words, as I had no more, and maybe it wasn't perfect; it was a little messy. Yet I still believed that those words could lead to some magic. Maybe they could even change someone's life as claps started to arise in the room.

Who's clapping for Dorothy? 👏🏼😉 What do you think of this speech? Powerful and magical, isn't it? ✨🌠

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I love you my little shooting stars 😘🤩🌠❤  and I hope you fight for your wishes (with or without underwear 😂)